Mr Player vs The bad boy.

CHAPTER 4

-KASEY'S POV -

Today was Sunday and of course I had to be woken up at 11am again! by the jerk next door. I still couldn't believe that he was my neighbour. Arg I miss not having neighbours. It was so...calm.

I was currently having a lazy day watching tv and munching away on popcorn, yum.

Dad didn't come back home lastnight. Mom have been busy in the kitchen since this morning. Whatever she's prepping up sure did smell good.

"Kas honey are you ready?" mom yelled from the kitchen.

I'm I ready? ready for what? dinner? my mom was a little sensitive so I figured if I asked 'ready for what?' she'd give me a whole speech about being respectful so I walked into the kitchen to find out what she meant.

She had on her black thin strapped dress with her hair elegantly done and a touch of light make up.

"Why so dressed up mom? are we going out?" I asked rising an eyebrow at her.

Why would we be going out when she made all this food then? That just didn't make sense.

"Oh honey I forgot to tell you." She said placing her hands on my shoulders "The Davis family are having dinner with us tonight"

"What? " my mouth automatically hung open. "why?" I asked in a whinny voice.

I have read lots of books about bad boys and I didn't want to be anywhere near one. Especially if that bad boy insulted me. Him living next door is enough torture for me.

"Thats not how I raised you young lady. You should always be welcoming to people. Now go upstairs and get dressed. They'll be here soon"

I knew when not to push a matter any further with her so I decided to do as instructed.

Mom always argued until she proved she was right (even when she wasn't). No wonder dad never spoke to her. speaking of dad. Where is he? I forgot to ask mom about him earlier.

I stopped midway on the staircase and turned to face her in the kitchen.

"Hey mom." I waited till she looked up at me. "will dad be joining us for dinner? "

I was worried about him. Poor old man always overworked himself.

"Oh no honey. Your father won't be coming home for a while. He had to go on an emergency business trip last night, now go get ready and come help me set the table. " mom said keeping her gaze focused everywhere, but on me.

Maybe she misses dad so I just shrugged it off and headed to my room.

I can't believe I'll be sitting on the same table as Brad Davis. At least he'll have his shirt on right?

Oh my word, He is going to witness my eating habits and he is going to start calling me a pig.

*10 minutes later*

I walked out of my room and headed back into the kitchen.

I had my short sleeved black, mini dress that was tight from my waist up and loose from the waist down, I paired it with my black leather ballerina shoes and put my hair up in a high ponytail.

Mom was just about to set the plates on the table when I walked into the kitchen.

"I'll take care of that" I offered taking the plates out of my her hands and placing them around the table.

It was the least I could do. Poor woman prepared the whole meal by herself. Not like I was going to be any use.

"Thanks dear" she flashed me a sweet smile